So, Andrea (Chocolate Tampon) was helping me clean up and pack up the collective cesspool that is my apartment so that I can move out at the end of the month. However, we found out that not working was much more enjoyable than working, so we decided unanimously to indulge in the former. To make it worse, we also decided to unpack items for our mutual enjoyment. What follows is a rough chronology of drama, tragedy, and human triumph that resulted from this unpacking.
Apparently I had collected a
lot of action figures over the years. It might be the one thing that I shamelessly and actively hoard.
I had deployed my army to intercept illegal immigrants because apparently my country’s all butt hurt about its borders.
Homeland Security’s got nothing on this ♥♥♥♥.
Woah there, we have a threat. Time for a take down with extreme prejudice.
Look at it stare
menacingly.
What’s more, it apparently is being helped by my fiance. Traitor.
Kids, gloating can be fun.
However, it’s not really the best formula for success in a relationship.
…The battle lines are drawn. Stay tuned for pictures of my inevitable, glorious triumph over a small cartoon dinosaur and assuredly winning back the respect and credibility I deserve with my fiance.